Steel Soviet Union

"You tried to prevent this from happening, but not completely. You just delayed the accident."

"Someone did not listen to your advice and dismissed you because of the war. It was not until the accident that he brought you in to put out the fire. The disaster was inevitable in the end, as you can see before your eyes."

""

Listening to the slow talk next to him, looking at himself not far away in front of him, he had finally entered the isolation room. Malashenko, who could almost guess what would happen next, couldn't help but follow him.

And just like the previous scene when Nikolai passed away, everyone present turned a blind eye to Malashenko's presence, as if only the air was passing by.

In the isolation room, next to the seat.

Kirill, who was putting on a diving suit, had a face full of ulcers, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were no longer bloody, as pale as a living corpse.

Seeing his father enter the room where he would die if he stepped into it, Kirill hurriedly stood up and wanted to drive his father out. Before he could speak, Kirill saw that his father had slowly taken out a small box from his arms. Come forward step by step.

"It belonged to me in the past and belonged to the great Patriotic War. Now I grant it to you, Comrade Kirill, my son. Because of your outstanding performance in this disaster relief mission, you have served the motherland and your parents , family, and comrades have won the supreme honor. You are the eternal pride of your parents.”

He looked at the Hero of the Soviet Union medal that his father had taken out of the box and put on his chest.

Kirill raised his trembling and ulcerated hand and stroked it gently. He never thought that one day he would be able to receive such an honor. In a daze and trembling, he could only hear his father who was already trembling all over in front of him speak slowly.

"Do you really want to go? Kirill, your mother and I only have you. You are our last son. I-I-I really-"

Malashenko, who had not planned to say such a thing, could not restrain his emotions in the end and couldn't help blurting out to his son, but he couldn't say anything anymore in the middle of the sentence.

Kirill, who has been able to understand his father better than his brother since childhood, and who understands his father's responsibilities, responsibilities, and difficulties, slowly raised his hand.

He wanted to reach out and wipe away his father's tears, but looking at his hand that was so ulcerated that it looked ugly, he hesitated in mid-air for a moment. In the end, Malashenko firmly stretched out his hands to hold his son. .

"I've thought about this too, Dad, but not for long."

"My comrades went forward fearlessly. They fell one after another, but charged forward one after another. The disaster was not caused by us, but it must end in our hands."

"Why can my comrades go, but I can't go? Dad. Is it because they are the sons of workers and farmers, and I am the son of a marshal? That's not the case. We fought for what we originally fought for all our lives and were willing to sacrifice our lives for it. The ideal of giving blood and even life is not like this, and it should never be forgotten.”

"Besides, I won't live long. I will use my last life to illuminate all of this, Dad, just like countless martyrs have done, just like my name and Kirill."

There were no more words, only the father and son saluted each other while sobbing. They were both father and son, comrades-in-arms, and comrades.

The marshal was finally taken out of the isolation room, carrying with him the radiation that had penetrated into his bone marrow and was indelible.

Kirill, who was wearing the Hero of the Soviet Union award personally awarded by his father, was already dressed in a diving suit and a diving helmet. He was holding a flashlight and went with his two accompanying comrades to carry out the last step that could stop this unprecedented disaster. Task.

And there will be no return, together with the glory that once belonged to my father and the Patriotic War.

Sitting on a bench in the unnoticed corridor, Malashenko, who was speechless with mixed feelings in his heart, stared at the ceiling above his head aimlessly.

After realizing that someone sitting next to him could see him, he spoke quietly again.

"Why are you showing me this? Why on earth!?"

"Because if I show you this now, it's not too late. You are the only one who has the ability and the possibility to change the final result, at least I think so."

"I'm looking forward to what choice you will make. However, this is not over yet. I still have something to show you."

""

If you don't hear Malashenko's rejection, just take it as acquiescence.

The scene changes again during the time travel. No specific time is needed. Everything in the bedroom at home that is so familiar that it is no longer familiar has been completely presented in front of Malashenko.

"Sorry, Comrade Marshal, we tried our best, but Mrs. She"

"You know that a breakdown of will and spirit cannot be cured by modern medicine, and I'm sorry."

"I understand, thank you, please give us some time at the end."

Creak——

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and the person who walked into the room through the doctors beside the door was Malashenko, who was already suffering from terminal cancer. His haggard and withered face no longer looked as bright as before.

The successive blows and the torment of illness in his later years have torn this man who was infinitely feared by enemies from all walks of life and who could not defeat even the most cruel enemies to pieces, and there is not much left left before the final collapse.

Malashenko, who was once again ignored, just watched helplessly as he became terminally ill in his later years. He dragged his heavy and slow steps to the bedside and sat down. He slowly held his lover who was already on the bed with a candle in the wind. hand.

Waiting for this lifelong love to reach its final destination.

"Is that you? Honey."

"It's me, I'm here, Natalia."

The wife's call to slowly open her eyes was answered. Looking at her husband, who was close in front of her and within reach, Natalia, who was her only relative, did not shed any tears.

He just leaned on the bed and slowly raised his other hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his lover's eyes, smiled softly and spoke slowly.

"Can you hug me again? Honey."

Malashenko, who had wiped away the tears and shed them again, nodded, stretched out his hand to support his lover's neck, slowly put it into his arms, and listened to the last words of his wife who had been leaning on his chest for a lifetime.

"I hated it so much, honey. Because it took away my parents, my siblings, my home, my childhood, my two kids, and it was about to take away my husband, take away Everything I ever had."

"But now, I am also grateful to it. Because it has spent a lifetime showing me how majestic and unyielding the man I love my whole life is."

"I'm so grateful, my dear, to have met you in my already miserable life."

"If there is an afterlife, my choice will not change. I will walk the same path, do the same things, and then spend the rest of my life loving the same husband."